A few days had passed since the sword-light incident.
Fang Yuan currently stood in silence, his gaze fixed on the looming mountain beyond the city walls.
Coldwind City itself was suffocating under tension.
Merchants and traders abandoned the city as they tried to escape the incoming disaster.
Mortals with nowhere to run, no place to escape to shuttered and prayed to the emperor to save them.
Fang Yuan finally retracted his gaze.
Just last night, several clan elders had came to him, their eyes sharp with fear. They had asked the same question, their voices wavering: Was the rumours true?
The golden screen flickered in his mind.
[Fang Clan]
Head: Fang Yuan (Strongest cultivator in Coldwind City)
Vassal: Lin Clan
Clan Faith in Their Head: 70% (Medium) ↓ (Previously 75%)
Daily Generation: 600 Faith Exp, 4,000 Faith Points
The drop in faith was clear.
Rumors of him cultivating a Heaven-grade treasure had already spread and taken root.
